To be forged upon the anvil of God’s purpose, to be at once His hammer, His tongs, and His molten iron; to hear words that rend the heart, see visions that pierce the chest; to be emptied like an urn, again and again and again until one desires only rest, only an end to the refilling – and to know one cannnot live without the refilling. To be given words that one dare not speak, and to feel those words churning and boiling in the belly until one must speak them aloud, or die. To be despised, soon or late, by everyone except Adonai – and to desire it so, while hating it. This is to be a prophet.
– Thom Lemmons
On this day…
- Mark 12 – 2024
- Mark 11 – 2024
- Judges 4 – 2023
- Judges 3 – 2023
- Surgeon’s One Qualm with Pilgrim’s Progress – 2011
- Colossians 2 – 2011
- Colossians 1 – 2011
- You freely give up your right to yourself – 2011
- Lacking the most Important thing – 2011
- Hindering our spiriutal growth – 2011
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